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Krown! He wanted a puffy and juicy story full of berries and bacon, so that's exactly what he got. Enjoy the expansive fun! :D
Dawn on a farm. Some would say there's nothing quite like it, and they'd likely be correct. As the degrees of twilight gradually receded into the morning mists, things became more visible for many out in the working rural areas of the world. Animals began to stir, birds began to chirp, and the occasional rooster announced the morning to all within earshot. In one or two such locations, the rooster was told to shut the hell up, which generally started arguments depending on the sentience of the rooster in question. Ever been pecked by a large mass of fowl who had previously just threatened to peck you so bad, that you'd wish you would not have been pecked so bad? I wouldn't recommend it.
Many such crazy things happened in this slice of the world, from the blimp berry bog down the road, to the greenhouse growing strawberries the size of your head. Assuming you're not a wee little thing anyways, in which case the berries are likely bigger than you are. Nestled amongst the various farms, greenhouses, and ranches dotting the landscape, was 60 acres of bacon trees. A bacon orchard, if you will. Why grow bacon, you might ask? Well the pigs tend to resent having it stripped from their backs and bellies for one, and because why the hell not? Nobody complained about the inflatable cactus ranch across the way, or the fellow growing square pumpkins. So yes, a bacon orchard.
Off to one side of the sprawling grove of trees was a hill by a pond, which was the halfway point for two sections of a local river. The pond was a favourite place to hang out and swim for many, including the resident that lived under the hill, and managed the orchard. The hillside had been converted into an underground burrow by skilled trades-folk, equipped with a large round door, high ceilings, large hallways, and plentiful living space. Ample space to get around was very much required when you were a fairly large dragon, or owlgon in this case. A fellow by the name of Krown owned the orchard, and made his living selling the freshly grown cured meat to various markets.
The morning light was finally getting high enough in the sky to pass through a large skylight poking out of the hillside, one of many acting as natural light sources for the warren below. This particular skylight connected to the ceiling of a sleeping nook off to one side of the large underground home, and the light beaming in flashed across the brown hide and feathery mane of the owlgon sleeping within. At around 8 feet tall and roughly 25 feet long from snout to tail tip, Krown most definitely took up a fair bit of space. Fortunately, there was more than enough to go around. The whole warren was a touch over 100 feet in diameter, with a 50 foot ceiling in the dead centre of the room. It was shaped like a dome built underground, with various utilities, shelves, storage, and various other things all built into the walls. He could stretch out in the middle of the room without fear of knocking anything over, which was good as sometimes he sampled the fruits of his labour a bit too eagerly.
More than a few afternoons had been spent curled up in a ball up against his sleeping pad, belly spilling out onto the carpeted section of the dwelling, as he slept off a gorging session safe and sound through the magic of food comas. As the sun continued to rise, the sleeping mass of hybrid dragon owl finally began to stir, and blinked open large yellow eyes with a bleary expression. With a few large stretches and a very toothy open-mouthed yawn, Krown pronounced himself awake, and went about the business of actually getting up off his sleeping pad. A potentially lengthy and difficult process, as many individuals have certainly realized over the years. A steady growling in his stomach settled things however, and finally got the plus sized fellow up onto all fours, padding silently along carpeted floors towards the washroom wing. It was a separate little room built off the main dome, giving privacy behind doors for those that needed to use the facilities.
Very convenient, as far as the big owlgon was concerned. Plus it contained all the modern features anyone could ever ask for. Oversized shower, tub, toilet, sink, cabinets, rotating scrubbing pole, multidirectional blow dryer... a dream of hedonism and practicality, to be sure. It was a simple matter to get cleaned up for the morning, take care of any pressing business, and head back into the main room for breakfast. But rather than going straight for the kitchen, Krown instead crossed over to a tiled section at the front of the dome, and opened up the big door to go outside. If you live on a bacon farm, might as well get the freshest of the fresh to go with your breakfast, right? Such was the plan, and one he enjoyed more mornings than not.
With a forward march and slight ducking of his head to avoid scraping his horns on the door frame, Krown emerged out into a foggy morning amongst his orchard. It was clear enough to see, as the majority of the fog was clinging to the ground here and there, and evaporating quickly in the morning sunshine. The nearest trees weren't all that far away from the clearing around his hillside burrow, and there was even a convenient collection basket nearby to hold whatever bounty he rustled up for the morning.
As he had done many times before, Krown snatched up the basket with his jaws, and reared up onto his hind legs to investigate the branches of the nearest bacon tree. Propped up on his rear legs and tail in a stable tripod configuration, he began plucking juicy rashers of meaty goodness here and there from the tree, and places them in the basket. Moving along towards the bank of the nearby pond, he repeated the process with various other trees, and soon had a heaping portion of bacon filling up his basket. A few handfuls of the juicy crop made its way down his gullet and into his mildly padded stomach, filling it up nicely for the time being. Basket full, it was time to turn around and go have a proper breakfast, and get on with the days chores. Some of the trees were definitely ready for a full harvest, so there was work to be done.
Something however caught his attention, shining slightly in the early morning sunlight, and gleaming with dew. It was an unknown plant growing on the banks of the pond, with thick green tendrils and one large fruit sticking out. In many ways it looked like a melon plant, or an above average berry bush of some sort. The single berry looked somewhat familiar. It was round, shiny, and had a very similar patterning to the “fruit” grown off his bacon trees. Possibly some new kind of hybrid? Obviously blown in as seed from another farm nearby, as he'd not planted any such crop, and it was definitely not natural. Thinking of his trees, and not wanting to deal with an invasive species, he took a moment to uproot the plant completely. After making sure there were no other plants nearby, he took the basket of bacon, and the strange berry bush back to his underground home.
Pancakes. Scrambled eggs. Several litres of coffee and orange juice. Fresh milk. Assorted fruit. And of course several pounds of bacon. All a growing dragon needs to maintain a healthy figure, and have the energy needed to take care of business. Krown sat on his haunches before a large table that folded down from the curved walls of his warren, and shovelled all that was before him down his gullet, demonstrating quite a healthy appetite. As an afterthought, he contemplated the still gleaming and oversized bacon-like berry he'd set down on the table nearby, after disposing of the plant itself. It certainly smelled nice, much like his own home grown bacon. Curious, he decided to give the bulging berry a lick, and discovered that it was delicious. With caution thrown to the wind, he picked up the whole thing and tossed it into his snout, rumbling with pleasure as it burst open when he bit down, flooding his mouth with a somehow fruity but still meaty and juicy taste of bacon. The juices flowed down his throat with ease as he swallowed, devouring the whole thing quite contently. Belching faintly, he cleared the last of his breakfast from the table, and went about cleaning up after himself. After all, it wouldn't do to leave dirty dishes just laying around. That's how you get ants.
As with any modern living environment, cleanup is at least partially automated. Such is the wonders of having a dishwasher at your disposal, rather than having to bother with scrubbing the pots and pans yourself in a sink. After rinsing any remaining scraps and crumbs down the drain, the feathery dragon hybrid went about loading up the machine with dishes, and left it at that. No sense running it quite yet, as there was room for the lunch and dinner dishes too. As he was folding the kitchen table back up into the wall, he felt the most curious feeling bubbling up in his stomach, which ultimately manifested as a bacon scented belch.
Smiling to himself, Krown could once again taste a bit of the meaty bounty he so enjoyed, and smacked his jaws together with pleasure. The odd sensation returned once more, followed by a new sensation of weight. Looking down between his forelimbs, he was surprised at just how much belly he was sporting own there. Perhaps all the snacking and large meals were finally starting to take their toll? No matter for now, he'd been pretty well stuffed before, and always handled things just fine. Paying his mild bloat no mind, he once against crossed the floor of his home, and headed back outside.
Passing from one tree to the next, Krown busied himself noting how ripe his harvest was getting, and made some mental notes to get picking before long. As with most modern farms, he used a series of drones to zip along the trees and gather bushels of his meaty crop, bringing them back to a central location for packing and shipping. The big Owlgon could handle quite a lot of the work himself, but it was quite handy to have modern technology on your side. In another few days it would be time to gather in most of the bacon from the trees, leaving some behind that wasn't quite ready for harvest, or that was simply for him to eat later on. He did like his bacon, after all.
About half an hour into his routine, he noticed something wasn't quite right. He was getting out of breath, huffing and puffing as he walked along on all fours. He also began to notice the sway of his belly, as it sloshed back and forth, and began to squish into his hind legs rather heavily. Looking down at himself once more, he definitely noticed a size difference to his gut compared to before. His rear thighs seemed to have grown a tad as well, and he could have sworn his tail was getting thicker... While he watched, his gut gurgled ominously, and surged out a good inch or more in diameter, visibly squishing up against his legs all the more. It was fair to say that something was going on.
Huffing with effort, and blushing with a mixed feeling of embarrassment and pleasure, Krown turned around and decided to go back inside his burrow. There was a chance this was just a strange reaction to something he'd eaten, and he could wait it out in relative privacy. With many more bubbling spurts of growth, he felt his hide ballooning up larger by the moment, seeming to pick up speed even as he headed inside. He barely made it through the door, and felt a bit of a squeeze as the roundest part of his sides brushed up against the door frame. Shutting the large door behind him with some effort, he found a comfortable position in the middle of the room, and sat down. Grunting, he could feel his weight displacing against a much larger rear end than he'd previously been sporting, curling a much thicker tail around a still expanding belly.
Upon further inspection, his belly didn't even look quite right. More than being quite bloated, it was also starting to lighten up from the usual brown colouration he sported, becoming more creamy and white. Bands of lighter browns and reds were also appearing up the curving mass of his body, making him look like a stretched bit of bacon fruit. Or the berry he'd eaten earlier that morning... The thought clicked in his mind, making him blush all the more as he realized what was likely going on. He'd eaten some crazy new blimp berry, but bacon flavoured, and was now suffering the effects. Even has he processed everything that was going on, his gut surged out all the larger, leaving him reared up against a rising dome of gut, unable to reach the floor with all fours.
He didn't even have time to figure out what to do, as a few more moments of steady expansion and one good surge left him laying on his big bloated gut, sloshing slightly with every movement. His whole hide looked like the bacon berry he'd devoured just an hour or so earlier, minus the odd bit of feathery brown still sticking out here and there. He was trapped in his own bloat, alone on a farm, with nobody around at least for now. And with much internal gurgling, it was clear he was still expanding.
Rocking back and forth didn't seem to do all that much, and soon Krown became tired from the excursion. All the juice filling him up weighed quite a bit, and all he could do was maintain balance, star-fishing against his own bloated belly, and widening sides. His once spacious warren was beginning to look considerably smaller as his eye level continued to rise up the inner curve of the dome, while his ballooning sides took up more and more space below. He could feel his fat tail pressing against his underbelly, and took a moment to squish and grope at his distending sides with all four paws.
Euphoria mixed with dread, as he continued to balloon out of control, unsure of his fate and where everything was going. Every little movement and added inch sent an electric thrill through his bacon coloured and shiny hide, and every ominous groan made him blush and wriggle around with worry. Just how big was he going to get? What exactly had he eaten? Could his hide take the strain of so much filling? These were definitely very serious and valid concerns, especially when one can feel their horns rubbing against a high ceiling, or their belly bumping into walls.
Whomever had engineered this crazy berry crop obviously knew what they were doing, assuming it wasn't just an accidental merging of various crops around the farmland, as he'd previously mused. After all, his bacon trees weren't exactly 100% nature made, or were the blimp berries being grown down the way. They were the products of lots of careful tinkering, science, and perhaps a bit of magical dabbling for good measure.
Wiggling there atop his massive dome of a belly, which still seemed to be expanding a little bit at a time, Krown realized he should probably get the remains of the bacon berry plant tested, just food good measure. Besides, the effects weren't that bad... One might even say they were enjoyable. Perhaps it would be a new crop to experiment with, and avoid eating when he had work to do. Best to stick to his usual bacon fruit habits, that much was clear.
A much louder gurgling in his already massive and rather sloshy gut broke his revery, followed by a worrying amount of rumbling building up from within. With one great surge outwards, his hide ballooned several feet wider in diameter, sloshing audibly as he rebounded off the walls. With an ample amount of groaning, and no small bit of earth shuddering growth, the ballooned berry of an Owlgon continued his upwards and outwards expansion. His belly pressed up against the curved walls of the burrow on all sides, pressing in tight and building up considerable pressure.
A faint popping noise announced the bathroom door popping off the hinges, as part of his rear end and tail squished their way inside, and distended further around the much narrower door frame. The window-like skylights became obscured with bloated bacon-coloured flesh, and started to fill with more and more stretchy juice filled hide. Trapped within the underground dome that was his home, all he could do was huff with indignation as his back and horns pressed into the ceiling, and his face wound up smooshed up against one of the skylights. As the pressure built, the rounded skylights burst free of their moorings, revealing swollen lumps of Krown sticking out of the holes, and puffing up bigger. His head finally popped free of one as well, leaving him looking around with disbelief as he just kept on swelling.
As if to add insult to injury, one final surge of growth caused his front door to blast right off its hinges, revealing a huge swollen lump of bacon-coloured owlgon bloat sticking out for all the world to see. Worried for both himself and his home, the rather enormous creature shouted into the air, hoping somebody would eventually come by and help him out. Provided of course there was anything to be done about his situation!
Feeling almost uncomfortably taut, with a big bloated neck ring forming a tight seal around the exploded skylight his head was poking out of, Krown felt even his cheeks becoming huge rounded lumps on the side of his face. The whole hillside strained to contain so much mass within, and was audibly creaking and groaning easily as much as Krown was. Just as he was certain he was going to explode, the pressure increase started to back off, and rapidly came to a stop. He was left there wiggling around, bloated bits of himself sticking out from all over his warren, shiny hide reflecting in the warm summer sunlight.
Oh, what a sight he surely made, and would continue to make until the crazy effects of the berry wore off. And who knew how long that would be? If nothing else, Krown knew that eventually somebody would be by to check up on him.
That wouldn't take too long...
... right?
Krown! He wanted a puffy and juicy story full of berries and bacon, so that's exactly what he got. Enjoy the expansive fun! :D* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *Bacon Berry BluesDawn on a farm. Some would say there's nothing quite like it, and they'd likely be correct. As the degrees of twilight gradually receded into the morning mists, things became more visible for many out in the working rural areas of the world. Animals began to stir, birds began to chirp, and the occasional rooster announced the morning to all within earshot. In one or two such locations, the rooster was told to shut the hell up, which generally started arguments depending on the sentience of the rooster in question. Ever been pecked by a large mass of fowl who had previously just threatened to peck you so bad, that you'd wish you would not have been pecked so bad? I wouldn't recommend it.
Many such crazy things happened in this slice of the world, from the blimp berry bog down the road, to the greenhouse growing strawberries the size of your head. Assuming you're not a wee little thing anyways, in which case the berries are likely bigger than you are. Nestled amongst the various farms, greenhouses, and ranches dotting the landscape, was 60 acres of bacon trees. A bacon orchard, if you will. Why grow bacon, you might ask? Well the pigs tend to resent having it stripped from their backs and bellies for one, and because why the hell not? Nobody complained about the inflatable cactus ranch across the way, or the fellow growing square pumpkins. So yes, a bacon orchard.
Off to one side of the sprawling grove of trees was a hill by a pond, which was the halfway point for two sections of a local river. The pond was a favourite place to hang out and swim for many, including the resident that lived under the hill, and managed the orchard. The hillside had been converted into an underground burrow by skilled trades-folk, equipped with a large round door, high ceilings, large hallways, and plentiful living space. Ample space to get around was very much required when you were a fairly large dragon, or owlgon in this case. A fellow by the name of Krown owned the orchard, and made his living selling the freshly grown cured meat to various markets.
The morning light was finally getting high enough in the sky to pass through a large skylight poking out of the hillside, one of many acting as natural light sources for the warren below. This particular skylight connected to the ceiling of a sleeping nook off to one side of the large underground home, and the light beaming in flashed across the brown hide and feathery mane of the owlgon sleeping within. At around 8 feet tall and roughly 25 feet long from snout to tail tip, Krown most definitely took up a fair bit of space. Fortunately, there was more than enough to go around. The whole warren was a touch over 100 feet in diameter, with a 50 foot ceiling in the dead centre of the room. It was shaped like a dome built underground, with various utilities, shelves, storage, and various other things all built into the walls. He could stretch out in the middle of the room without fear of knocking anything over, which was good as sometimes he sampled the fruits of his labour a bit too eagerly.
More than a few afternoons had been spent curled up in a ball up against his sleeping pad, belly spilling out onto the carpeted section of the dwelling, as he slept off a gorging session safe and sound through the magic of food comas. As the sun continued to rise, the sleeping mass of hybrid dragon owl finally began to stir, and blinked open large yellow eyes with a bleary expression. With a few large stretches and a very toothy open-mouthed yawn, Krown pronounced himself awake, and went about the business of actually getting up off his sleeping pad. A potentially lengthy and difficult process, as many individuals have certainly realized over the years. A steady growling in his stomach settled things however, and finally got the plus sized fellow up onto all fours, padding silently along carpeted floors towards the washroom wing. It was a separate little room built off the main dome, giving privacy behind doors for those that needed to use the facilities.
Very convenient, as far as the big owlgon was concerned. Plus it contained all the modern features anyone could ever ask for. Oversized shower, tub, toilet, sink, cabinets, rotating scrubbing pole, multidirectional blow dryer... a dream of hedonism and practicality, to be sure. It was a simple matter to get cleaned up for the morning, take care of any pressing business, and head back into the main room for breakfast. But rather than going straight for the kitchen, Krown instead crossed over to a tiled section at the front of the dome, and opened up the big door to go outside. If you live on a bacon farm, might as well get the freshest of the fresh to go with your breakfast, right? Such was the plan, and one he enjoyed more mornings than not.
With a forward march and slight ducking of his head to avoid scraping his horns on the door frame, Krown emerged out into a foggy morning amongst his orchard. It was clear enough to see, as the majority of the fog was clinging to the ground here and there, and evaporating quickly in the morning sunshine. The nearest trees weren't all that far away from the clearing around his hillside burrow, and there was even a convenient collection basket nearby to hold whatever bounty he rustled up for the morning.
As he had done many times before, Krown snatched up the basket with his jaws, and reared up onto his hind legs to investigate the branches of the nearest bacon tree. Propped up on his rear legs and tail in a stable tripod configuration, he began plucking juicy rashers of meaty goodness here and there from the tree, and places them in the basket. Moving along towards the bank of the nearby pond, he repeated the process with various other trees, and soon had a heaping portion of bacon filling up his basket. A few handfuls of the juicy crop made its way down his gullet and into his mildly padded stomach, filling it up nicely for the time being. Basket full, it was time to turn around and go have a proper breakfast, and get on with the days chores. Some of the trees were definitely ready for a full harvest, so there was work to be done.
Something however caught his attention, shining slightly in the early morning sunlight, and gleaming with dew. It was an unknown plant growing on the banks of the pond, with thick green tendrils and one large fruit sticking out. In many ways it looked like a melon plant, or an above average berry bush of some sort. The single berry looked somewhat familiar. It was round, shiny, and had a very similar patterning to the “fruit” grown off his bacon trees. Possibly some new kind of hybrid? Obviously blown in as seed from another farm nearby, as he'd not planted any such crop, and it was definitely not natural. Thinking of his trees, and not wanting to deal with an invasive species, he took a moment to uproot the plant completely. After making sure there were no other plants nearby, he took the basket of bacon, and the strange berry bush back to his underground home.
Pancakes. Scrambled eggs. Several litres of coffee and orange juice. Fresh milk. Assorted fruit. And of course several pounds of bacon. All a growing dragon needs to maintain a healthy figure, and have the energy needed to take care of business. Krown sat on his haunches before a large table that folded down from the curved walls of his warren, and shovelled all that was before him down his gullet, demonstrating quite a healthy appetite. As an afterthought, he contemplated the still gleaming and oversized bacon-like berry he'd set down on the table nearby, after disposing of the plant itself. It certainly smelled nice, much like his own home grown bacon. Curious, he decided to give the bulging berry a lick, and discovered that it was delicious. With caution thrown to the wind, he picked up the whole thing and tossed it into his snout, rumbling with pleasure as it burst open when he bit down, flooding his mouth with a somehow fruity but still meaty and juicy taste of bacon. The juices flowed down his throat with ease as he swallowed, devouring the whole thing quite contently. Belching faintly, he cleared the last of his breakfast from the table, and went about cleaning up after himself. After all, it wouldn't do to leave dirty dishes just laying around. That's how you get ants.
As with any modern living environment, cleanup is at least partially automated. Such is the wonders of having a dishwasher at your disposal, rather than having to bother with scrubbing the pots and pans yourself in a sink. After rinsing any remaining scraps and crumbs down the drain, the feathery dragon hybrid went about loading up the machine with dishes, and left it at that. No sense running it quite yet, as there was room for the lunch and dinner dishes too. As he was folding the kitchen table back up into the wall, he felt the most curious feeling bubbling up in his stomach, which ultimately manifested as a bacon scented belch.
Smiling to himself, Krown could once again taste a bit of the meaty bounty he so enjoyed, and smacked his jaws together with pleasure. The odd sensation returned once more, followed by a new sensation of weight. Looking down between his forelimbs, he was surprised at just how much belly he was sporting own there. Perhaps all the snacking and large meals were finally starting to take their toll? No matter for now, he'd been pretty well stuffed before, and always handled things just fine. Paying his mild bloat no mind, he once against crossed the floor of his home, and headed back outside.
Passing from one tree to the next, Krown busied himself noting how ripe his harvest was getting, and made some mental notes to get picking before long. As with most modern farms, he used a series of drones to zip along the trees and gather bushels of his meaty crop, bringing them back to a central location for packing and shipping. The big Owlgon could handle quite a lot of the work himself, but it was quite handy to have modern technology on your side. In another few days it would be time to gather in most of the bacon from the trees, leaving some behind that wasn't quite ready for harvest, or that was simply for him to eat later on. He did like his bacon, after all.
About half an hour into his routine, he noticed something wasn't quite right. He was getting out of breath, huffing and puffing as he walked along on all fours. He also began to notice the sway of his belly, as it sloshed back and forth, and began to squish into his hind legs rather heavily. Looking down at himself once more, he definitely noticed a size difference to his gut compared to before. His rear thighs seemed to have grown a tad as well, and he could have sworn his tail was getting thicker... While he watched, his gut gurgled ominously, and surged out a good inch or more in diameter, visibly squishing up against his legs all the more. It was fair to say that something was going on.
Huffing with effort, and blushing with a mixed feeling of embarrassment and pleasure, Krown turned around and decided to go back inside his burrow. There was a chance this was just a strange reaction to something he'd eaten, and he could wait it out in relative privacy. With many more bubbling spurts of growth, he felt his hide ballooning up larger by the moment, seeming to pick up speed even as he headed inside. He barely made it through the door, and felt a bit of a squeeze as the roundest part of his sides brushed up against the door frame. Shutting the large door behind him with some effort, he found a comfortable position in the middle of the room, and sat down. Grunting, he could feel his weight displacing against a much larger rear end than he'd previously been sporting, curling a much thicker tail around a still expanding belly.
Upon further inspection, his belly didn't even look quite right. More than being quite bloated, it was also starting to lighten up from the usual brown colouration he sported, becoming more creamy and white. Bands of lighter browns and reds were also appearing up the curving mass of his body, making him look like a stretched bit of bacon fruit. Or the berry he'd eaten earlier that morning... The thought clicked in his mind, making him blush all the more as he realized what was likely going on. He'd eaten some crazy new blimp berry, but bacon flavoured, and was now suffering the effects. Even has he processed everything that was going on, his gut surged out all the larger, leaving him reared up against a rising dome of gut, unable to reach the floor with all fours.
He didn't even have time to figure out what to do, as a few more moments of steady expansion and one good surge left him laying on his big bloated gut, sloshing slightly with every movement. His whole hide looked like the bacon berry he'd devoured just an hour or so earlier, minus the odd bit of feathery brown still sticking out here and there. He was trapped in his own bloat, alone on a farm, with nobody around at least for now. And with much internal gurgling, it was clear he was still expanding.
Rocking back and forth didn't seem to do all that much, and soon Krown became tired from the excursion. All the juice filling him up weighed quite a bit, and all he could do was maintain balance, star-fishing against his own bloated belly, and widening sides. His once spacious warren was beginning to look considerably smaller as his eye level continued to rise up the inner curve of the dome, while his ballooning sides took up more and more space below. He could feel his fat tail pressing against his underbelly, and took a moment to squish and grope at his distending sides with all four paws.
Euphoria mixed with dread, as he continued to balloon out of control, unsure of his fate and where everything was going. Every little movement and added inch sent an electric thrill through his bacon coloured and shiny hide, and every ominous groan made him blush and wriggle around with worry. Just how big was he going to get? What exactly had he eaten? Could his hide take the strain of so much filling? These were definitely very serious and valid concerns, especially when one can feel their horns rubbing against a high ceiling, or their belly bumping into walls.
Whomever had engineered this crazy berry crop obviously knew what they were doing, assuming it wasn't just an accidental merging of various crops around the farmland, as he'd previously mused. After all, his bacon trees weren't exactly 100% nature made, or were the blimp berries being grown down the way. They were the products of lots of careful tinkering, science, and perhaps a bit of magical dabbling for good measure.
Wiggling there atop his massive dome of a belly, which still seemed to be expanding a little bit at a time, Krown realized he should probably get the remains of the bacon berry plant tested, just food good measure. Besides, the effects weren't that bad... One might even say they were enjoyable. Perhaps it would be a new crop to experiment with, and avoid eating when he had work to do. Best to stick to his usual bacon fruit habits, that much was clear.
A much louder gurgling in his already massive and rather sloshy gut broke his revery, followed by a worrying amount of rumbling building up from within. With one great surge outwards, his hide ballooned several feet wider in diameter, sloshing audibly as he rebounded off the walls. With an ample amount of groaning, and no small bit of earth shuddering growth, the ballooned berry of an Owlgon continued his upwards and outwards expansion. His belly pressed up against the curved walls of the burrow on all sides, pressing in tight and building up considerable pressure.
A faint popping noise announced the bathroom door popping off the hinges, as part of his rear end and tail squished their way inside, and distended further around the much narrower door frame. The window-like skylights became obscured with bloated bacon-coloured flesh, and started to fill with more and more stretchy juice filled hide. Trapped within the underground dome that was his home, all he could do was huff with indignation as his back and horns pressed into the ceiling, and his face wound up smooshed up against one of the skylights. As the pressure built, the rounded skylights burst free of their moorings, revealing swollen lumps of Krown sticking out of the holes, and puffing up bigger. His head finally popped free of one as well, leaving him looking around with disbelief as he just kept on swelling.
As if to add insult to injury, one final surge of growth caused his front door to blast right off its hinges, revealing a huge swollen lump of bacon-coloured owlgon bloat sticking out for all the world to see. Worried for both himself and his home, the rather enormous creature shouted into the air, hoping somebody would eventually come by and help him out. Provided of course there was anything to be done about his situation!
Feeling almost uncomfortably taut, with a big bloated neck ring forming a tight seal around the exploded skylight his head was poking out of, Krown felt even his cheeks becoming huge rounded lumps on the side of his face. The whole hillside strained to contain so much mass within, and was audibly creaking and groaning easily as much as Krown was. Just as he was certain he was going to explode, the pressure increase started to back off, and rapidly came to a stop. He was left there wiggling around, bloated bits of himself sticking out from all over his warren, shiny hide reflecting in the warm summer sunlight.
Oh, what a sight he surely made, and would continue to make until the crazy effects of the berry wore off. And who knew how long that would be? If nothing else, Krown knew that eventually somebody would be by to check up on him.
That wouldn't take too long...
... right?
-Tombfyre 2016,
Krown © Himself
Category Story / Inflation
Species Dragon (Other)
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 33.6 kB
Goddamn, dude. This is why I love your writing. You can just weave together some truly wonderful, believable worlds, and then mix it in with all sorts of bloaty goodness.
Also, oh my god, that joke about the roosters in the first paragraph. I was kind of tiredness-drunk when I read that and I was almost weeping with laughter. from that Oh god. <w>
Also, oh my god, that joke about the roosters in the first paragraph. I was kind of tiredness-drunk when I read that and I was almost weeping with laughter. from that Oh god. <w>
The bacon berry thing was definitely a different take on things, odd to think about...though it did make me hungry.
But yeah, I thought this was a sexy lil' tale. I guess it was the contained swelling kinda thing, but y'did have some really good descriptions in there too. Hot stuff, sir.
But yeah, I thought this was a sexy lil' tale. I guess it was the contained swelling kinda thing, but y'did have some really good descriptions in there too. Hot stuff, sir.
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